The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!?-Chapter 37: Arcane Symposium, Part Seventeen

[Finally, some good fucking entertainment!]

I wrap my arms around Haruka from behind and put my chin on her shoulder, letting her ass press against me as we watch Takeshi and the twins take their positions. She leans back against my chest and turns a little, still keeping her eyes on the stage.

"So like, what are the actual rules?" she asks, wiggling that slutty butt of hers against me. "Have you looked into that shit?"

"Basically ’try not to kill each other’ or somethin’. At least, that’s what I’m expecting," I explain. "It’s like Mixed Magical Arts - you know, those fights I’m always watching?"

"OHH, like when you’re screaming at your phone about submissions and shit?"

"Yeah, yeah, that sorta thing!"

[God, I love how she pretends to listen when I’m ranting about MMA. It’s so cute.]

Sato steps between the competitors, looking like he’s about to announce a funeral instead of a fight.

"The rules are simple," he declares. "No lethal spells. No permanent damage. You’re not here to kill each other."

I can literally hear someone in the audience going "boring" and I snort.

"Victory is achieved through either submission, ring-out, or when your opponent is no longer able to fight back."

[Just like MMA, except with more mana and sparkles and shit.]

Haruka nods as she listens, and I can feel her pulse quickening against my arms.

"So Takeshi’s gonna wreck those twins, right? I mean, look at those muscles..."

"Not necessarily, baby," I say, never taking my eyes off the stage. "In magical combat, raw power isn’t everything. Those twins might have some tricks up their matching sleeves."

The competitors take their positions. Takeshi’s uniform strains against his muscles as he raises his hands, while the twins mirror each other’s movements perfectly.

[This is gonna be good.]

"Plus," I add, squeezing Haruka closer, "sharing a mana pool like they do? I mean, it’s the first time I’ve seen this sorta thing, but it’s gotta be some advanced level shit, ya know?"

"For sure, for sure," Haruka nods along again.

"In any case, this will probably be really interesting."

At least I hope so. Ideally, this will get me in the mood before my turn to beat up Miyuki for a few minutes.

"Now, get ready!" Professor Sato says.

Both parties stare each other down.

I grin.

[Showtime.]

[Holy shit, this is actually happening!]

"Begin!"

Takeshi moves first, launching a Third Circle blast that makes my brows shoot up.

[Oh shit, he’s got some "oomph"!]

The twins split apart like they choreographed it, their matching pink hair trailing through the air. Takeshi tries to follow up, but it’s already looking like it’ll be a hard fight for him.

"See that?" I squeeze Haruka closer, getting technical as fuck. "He’s got the raw power, but they’ve got better positioning. Just like in that Scarlet Iceblood versus Jin Thunderspike fight last month where Jin tried to-"

"Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about," Haruka interrupts, wiggling that ass against me in a way that makes my dick throb. "But keep being a nerd, it’s hot."

"I’m not a fuckin’ nerd. You know what? Take this!"

I bite her neck (lightly) and Haruka flinches.

"Bitch, chill!" She says, but she’s laughing.

The twins strike back in perfect sync. Their spells weave together like they’re braiding magic, creating this pattern that’s honestly kind of beautiful if you’re into that technical shit. Which I am.

[Fuck, I should’ve studied their technique more...]

"OH!" I can’t help bouncing a little as Takeshi barely dodges. "That’s some advanced fucking footwork! See how he’s using Third Circle defensive patterns with additional mobility spells for support? That’s some pro-level shit right there!"

"Nerd~" Haruka teases, but she’s getting into it too, her body tensing against mine with each near-miss.

The fight picks up speed. Takeshi’s throwing these massive force spells that could probably send a truck flying, but the twins are moving like they share one mind. Every time he targets one, the other’s already countering. It’s like watching a dance, if the dancers were trying to murder each other with sparkles.

One of the twins takes a hit that sends her spinning, but her sister’s already there, healing her. It’s actually genius - they’re basically each other’s pocket healer and damage source.

[Note to self: Maybe being extra thicc isn’t the only valid strategy...]

"Wait for it," I mutter as Takeshi charges up something big, his muscles straining against his uniform. "This is where experience matters. In MMA, when someone gets desperate-"

Sure enough, his spell goes wide. The twins capitalize immediately, their combined magic hitting him from both sides in a pincer attack that makes my own tits ache in sympathy.

[Called it! Amateur move, honey.]

But, then...

"Stop!" Sato’s voice cuts through the action. "Takeshi is no longer able to continue."

[Huh?]

"What?" Takeshi struggles to his feet, his uniform torn in ways that are honestly serving body for days. "I can still fight! This isn’t-"

But Sato’s already made his decision, those beady eyes scanning the crowd like he’s looking for his next victim to fuck over.

[Wait... Couldn’t he pull that same shit with me?]

My stomach drops as I watch Takeshi protest. If Sato can just decide when someone’s "unable to continue", that’s basically a license to screw over anyone he doesn’t like.

[And honey, we all know how much this crusty bitch hates my whole vibe.]

"You okay?" Haruka must feel me tense up. "You went all quiet..."

"Yeah, just..." I watch Sato’s face carefully as he dismisses Takeshi’s protests. "Just thinking about strategy."

[And how to avoid getting screwed over by these dusty old rules...]

The twins are announced as winners, but I barely hear it. My mind’s racing through possibilities, trying to figure out how to handle this new threat. Because if Sato can just call a match whenever he wants...

My smile leaves me, my face falling as I stare ahead.

[This could be a huge fucking problem.]